The house is quiet. Outside our windows fog presses close, thick as cotton candy spun on an earth tone cone.
MW is at his Dads house now. Gabby Abby lays sleeping on my legs. Her tiny body radiates comforting heat like a hot water bottle placed lovingly between sheets on a chilly winters night.
I can feel Christmas lurking. It is now that time.
The seed starts small. The one that whispers inside you to begin feathering the nest to settle into winter and all she brings.
A sudden yearning to dig out the crock pot and fill the home with the scent of simmering soup and freshly baked breads.
I am done mourning Summers end and have begun to revel in the coziness of Winter.
7 years ago